June 9, 1997:
Ménage à trois. I bet that got your attention! That what I was thinking last night as my husband was trying to get friendly with me. Having sex during pregnancy can be great, but there are definitely changes that have to be made. I am normally the one who is all over him and now I am rarely interested. He deals with it pretty well, and I don't want to use the baby as an excuse not to make love. It was just so hilarious as I thought of that last night.
The sex wasn't so bad, and Kevin actually enjoys feeling the baby move while we make love. He says it assures him that he isn't hurting the baby. So, I suppose we will continue to have a trio for the rest of pregnancy. I can live with that.
I have actually found a better use for a bowl of ice cream. Rather than eating it, lay semi-flat on the couch and place the cold bowl on your belly. Then watch as your baby tries to kick the heck out of the bowl. Others have tried this with Jell-o®, but considering I wouldn't eat the Jell-o® when I was done, the ice cream works out to be better. The kids even had fun watching it move. They were very sad that their ice cream bowls couldn't do the same.
June 12, 1997:
Battling depression is no fun in general, let alone being pregnant. I keep trying to tell myself that I have no reason to be depressed. A great family, a healthy baby, a fun job, what more could I want. I really believe it's just a matter of hormones, poor nutrition the past few days, not to mention a lack of sleep and the generic aches and pains of pregnancy.
As I type this I am listening to the kids watch Sesame Street, they are talking about new babies, etc. Benjamin just told me that he wants a boy baby, so he can name it. Hilary also wants a boy. I keep trying to explain that they get whatever comes out. Let's hope they understand that at least to some extent. We have signed them up for class, and Hilary will go with us to our next appointment, and then Benjamin will go with us. We are reading books to prepare them for the actual birth, in case they want to go.
Well, I am going to go eat a brownie, and some cantaloupe for breakfast. Then maybe a walk would do me some good. I also just remembered that it has been raining for nearly a month straight, hopefully the sun will come out soon.
Week Twenty-Two
June 15, 1997:
Well, another hectic week down the drain. The kids start camp tomorrow and for that I am truly grateful. We spent last weekend in Indianapolis and this weekend in Cincinnati. The museum and zoo were great diversion, although the sunburn on my forearm is not welcome.
My birthday was last Friday and being pregnant while having a birthday really put it all into perspective - I'm getting old! The gray hairs were also some good indications. Can I handle a new baby? Sometimes I have trouble with the "old" babies.
